9 Months
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Last time on 9 Months: Rubbing her slightly bulged stomach and taking a bite out of her third popsicle, this one grape, she continued to look through swatches of blue paint.
A/N: Sorry I didn't post this the other day like I planned. I've just been so exhausted these past two days. This chapter's longer then the last two have been, so maybe that'll make up for it. Anyways, thank you for the reviews and name suggestions. Now onwards!
Chapter 6: The Sixth Month
Her first practice contraction hit her while she was sitting in her new rocking chair, reading yet another baby name book, and watching Mitsuru set up the crib.
In retrospect, she probably should've explained to Mitsuru beforehand that this would happen, and that it was perfectly natural and nothing to worry about. But she hadn't, and her punishment was to endure Mitsuru's freak out and frantic trip to the hospital.
It was kind of sweet though, him being so concerned and protective of her and the baby. But sometimes when she was in one of her moods, his over protectiveness was very annoying.
One time she had gotten so angry that she threatened to leave him and locked herself in their bedroom. But then two minutes later she ran out crying and begging him to forgive her. Mitsuru was so used to her mood swings by then that he just automatically comforted her and offered to go buy her some sherbet.
That was her new craving. Sometime a few weeks ago, she remembers reaching for a new box of popsicles and feeling a sudden wave of disgust. She had checked the back of the fridge and found a pint of lemon sherbet, which she ended up completely demolishing in less than fifteen minutes.
Apparently, their son was addicted to frozen, fruity desserts.
She smiled as she stared at her now very-obviously-pregnant belly. Everyone was now coming up to her and asking about the baby, especially when she was out shopping. Her favorite time was when an old woman told her all about raising her three sons and how wonderful and stressful being a mother is.
She couldn't wait to experience all the joys and horrors of raising their son. Looking at the calendar, she counted down the days until her final trimester started.
A/N: New chapter will be posted soon. Check my profile for updates and stuff. And always, please review and keep sending in your name suggestions!
"Looks like I picked the wrong week to stop sniffing glue."
-Steve McCroskey, Airplane!